(Violet and I made our way to the other group of three buildings.
Just like the other side of the street, only three buildings were accessible because of two intentionally-placed mountains of rubble.
These three building look more elaborately designed than the others, you can clearly tell what type of places they are from the outside.
The first one we approached appeared to be some kind of theater.)
Violet: Wow there's even a theater here.
Ryan: Looks like it's a stage theater not a movie theater.
Violet: Yeah, places like this are more common in cities. I don't think I've ever seen a professional-grade stage production before.
Ryan: You're not missin' much.
Violet: Really? But they always seem so cool on commercials. I remember there was one I really wanted to see, it was called um...Gakuen to..Zetsubo?
Ryan: As long as it isn't Shakespeare it might be entertaining. Anyways let's go inside.
(Violet and I walked in to theater.
The entrance room was, obviously, a typical ticket lobby with vendors on the left side and concessions on the right side.)
Violet: Look there's popcorn!
Ryan: It must be old, there's hardly any electricity running in this place.
Violet: You're probably right...damn.
(Is it really that disappointing to you?)
Violet: Wait, did you hear that?
Ryan: I didn't hear anything but your whining.
Violet: Oh shut up I'm not whining! I just heard...laughter I think.
Ryan: Must've been that ghost.
Violet: What ghost?
Ryan: The one right behind you.
(Violet frantically turned around and screamed, at nothing.)
Violet: AAH! Why would you do that?!
Ryan: So you can hear my laughter.
Violet: But I'm being serious! SSHH!
Ryan: Alright geeze.
(I shut my mouth and watched Violet walk around like a bloodhound.
She stopped at the door to the actual theater.)
Violet: Ah here! Someone's in the theater, no wait, two people are in there...and they're...laughing.
Ryan: Laughing? We should leave them alone then, they're probably flirting.
(And they're probably weirdos like everyone else.)
Violet: But it sounds like two girls...
Ryan: Oh then open the door!
Violet: Huh? Why does that change your...oh...uhg! You're such a boy!
Ryan: I sure am, now open it.
(Violet slowly opened one of the theater doors and on the inside, was not a fantasy situation.
Some girl with a puppet was standing on the stage preforming to some other girl who was sitting in the front row of the audience.
Violet spoke out.)
Violet: Uh...hello?
(The sitting girl jumped up and turned in surprised.)
?: AH! May it's not what it looks like! We were investigating I promise-oh wait-you're not May.
Violet: Ah sorry to interrupt you two! I'm Violet the "Ultimate Veterinarian" and this is Ryan the Ultimate Perver-I mean-the "Ultimate Educator". W-We were just looking around.
?: Oh fresh blood eh?
(The audience girl swiftly ran up to us, the closer she got the more I realized how goofy she looked.
She had long, bight orange hair and was wearing some weird suit and red polka-dot overalls.
The girl with the puppet who was on stage slowly approached us as well.)
"Goofy Goober": Hi ya guys! I'm Paige the "Ultimate-
(She began toying with some flower pin on her shirt.)
Ryan: Uhhh...
"Goofy Goober": Hang on, this thing hardly-
(Suddenly water shot out of her button directly into my eyes.)
Ryan: Ah God!
(Violet started laughing at my misfortune.)
Violet: Ha ha ha! You defiantly deserved that!
(No I...ok maybe I did.)
Paige: I'm Paige, the "Ultimate Clown"! I'd honk my nose right now, but I don't have one and you don't either!
(I wiped the water from my eyes.)
Ryan: What do you mean "you don't either"?
(Paige quickly pinched my nose and moved her hand away.)
Paige: 'Cuse I got your nose! Ha ha!
(I hate everyone.)
Violet: Oh oh! Take my nose next!
(Paige "took" Violet's nose, and her hysterical laughter continued.)
Paige: If you want your nose back you'll have to give me a P-I-E.
(How about I give you a P-U-N-C-H lady.)
Paige: See this is the part where I'd throw a pie at you guys, but I don't have any. The only comedic prop I've got is this seltzer-shooting flower.
Violet: Aw that's a shame.
(No, it's a blessing.)
(After that obnoxious exchange the puppet girl finally reached us.)
Violet: Oh hello.
Ryan: Hey.
"Puppet Girl": ...
Ryan: Uhh...what's your name?
"Puppet Girl: ...
Ryan: Paige I think your buddy here is broken
Paige: No she's just a little shy.
Ryan: Uh ok, she must be the "Ultimate Puppeteer" or somethin' right?
Paige: Yes this is-
?: The term is ventriloquist you perverted twat!
Ryan: Excuse me? Who the fuck just said-
("Puppet Girl" shoved her hand puppet right into my face.
The puppet was just a doll version of the girl.)
"Puppet": I said it you punk! I'm sick and tired of low-life assholes like you misinterpreting what-
("Puppet Girl" grabbed the puppet away from me with her other hand and, whispered to it?)
"Puppet": Fine fine fine.
(The puppet got close to me again.)
"Puppet": I'm sorry about that.
(Then she moved it away from me again but I faintly heard her say.)
"Puppet": douchebag.
Ryan: What the hell's your prob-
"Puppet": I'm Chatty Catty, the "Ultimate Puppet". The slut with her hand up my ass is Cat, the "Ultimate Ventriloquist".
Violet: Wow that's amazing! It's like Chatty Catty has a mind of her own!
(Cat blushed heavily and had her puppet talk in much more polite tone.)
Chatty: Tee hee he! Well ya know it's 'cuse I do have a mind of my own! I'm the "Ultimate Puppet"!
Violet: Ah yes of course of course.
(Please don't play along with this bitch's act Violet.)
Ryan: Anyways what the hell were you two doing in here.
Chatty: Certainly not what you thought we'd being doing you perverted-punk.
Ryan: Would you shut up I'm talking to Paige.
Paige: Oh well earlier we all split up to search around and Cat, Chatty and I decided to looks around in here.
(Please don't refer to the puppet like it's another person.)
Paige: We found nothing of interest in the lobby so we started looking around the theater, but out of nowhere Cat and Chatty got on the stage and started making hilarious jokes. They were so funny that I stopped investigating so I could sit down and listen.
Chatty: Tee hee hee, the jokes weren't that funny.
Paige: They were hilarious! They were funnier than anything I could come up with.
(I don't think being funnier than you is much of a challenge Paige.)
Chatty: Tee hee hee, you're too kind.
Violet: Oh I would love to hear some jokes! Do you got any right now?
Chatty: Yeah I just came up with one...*ahem*...Ryan.
Paige & Violet: HA HA HA HA HA HA!
(Alright fuck these people I'm out of here, but just before I could walk out-)
Violet: Ryan wait!
Ryan: What?
Violet: Paige still has your nose!
(The three girls bursted into laughter again.
Everybody's a comedian today huh?
Whatever I'm done here, Violet can catch up if she wants.
I don't understand how they're able to laugh in this situation, they are masters at distracting themselves.)
(I made my way to the building to the right of the theater.
Strangely, there was a gap between the theater and the next building that had a dead-end alley way. All the other buildings are too close together to have alleys like that.
From the outside it looked like some sort of restaurant, but it was certainly more decorated than the one across the street.
Actually looks like there's a microphone on the logo, is this some sort of karaoke bar?
I entered the place and sure enough, I was right.
The interior was a dainty little restaurant that had a more modern look than the other, and a much bigger bar.
There was also a small stage set up with two microphones and three TV monitors.)
(In fact, there was a girl on the stage and another girl sitting near watching.
Oh God is she gonna start singing? Well I don't think I can miss out on this, I mean, what if she's the "Ultimate Singer" or somethin'? This might be an awesome show.
Then again, she doesn't really look the part. The girl on stage has a long ponytail and is wearing dark sunglasses and a long black coat.
The girl sitting down is wearing mostly black as well, but she looks much more like a goth than the girl on stage.
The girl sitting is pretty attractive actually, I hope she isn't another weirdo.
Anyways I'm just gonna stay back and watch how this plays out.)
"Singer": Alright this is one of my all time favorite songs, are you ready?!
(The goth girl spoke in a monotone voice that matched her look.)
"Goth": ...yeah...
"Signer": Ok! Let's jam!
(The girl on stage started the track and, what the hell? This song...isn't it from some old movie? How the hell is this her favorite song?)
(Whelp this is embarrassing to watch, not only is this song dreadful but this girl's "singing" is too.
But I'll see it through to the end, I defiantly want the opportunity to introduce myself to that goth chick.)
(Soon enough the dreadful singing ceased.
The girl sitting clapped out of pity, I joined in.)
"Singer": Thank you thank you-eh wait-who are you?
Ryan: Nice performance...I guess. I'm Ryan the "Ultimate Educator" I just arrived here and was searching around.
"Singer": Oh, did you arrive by yourself?
Ryan: Nah a girl named Violet was with me, she's next door right now laughing at nothing.
"Singer": "Laughing at nothing"? Hmm...that's usually a sign of...activity...
Ryan: Well laughing is an activity, yes.
"Singer": No I mean, paranormal activity.
Ryan: Huh?
"Singer": It's very common for people who are unknowingly in the presence of a ghost to start laughing about nothing. I believe it's a psychological reaction to knowing there is a ghost near, but knowing nobody will believe you if you say anything about it.
Ryan: What are you going on about?
"Singer": I'm going on about what really matters most in this world-mystery! I'm Ivy, the "Ultimate Paranormal Investigator"! I will uncover the truth of this world!
(Well that certainly explains her song choice.)
"Goth": I hope you discover that truth, it would make my job a lot easier.
(Alright, time to play it cool.)
Ryan: Oh, and what is your job...sugar.
(What the fuck that was fucking stupid why did I call her-)
"Goth": It doesn't matter.
Ryan: Huh?
"Goth": You're gonna die one day, and your totally justified goth girl fixation will die with you.
(Totally justified?)
"Goth": I'm Claire, the "Ultimate Mortician", nice to meet you during our limited time in this plane.
Ryan: "On this plane"? So...you're a mortician and you believe in an afterlife?
Claire: To an extent.
(What does that mean? It was a yes or no question.)
Claire: I think that those who believe in an afterlife will go to the afterlife they believe in. For example a christian will go to Heaven, although if I inspect their belongings and find some illegal porn in their coat pocket then I know they're going to Hell, I'll even hold a ritual to guarantee it.
(That's a very specific example.)
Ivy: So if I finally discover a ghost I'll be able to prove there's more to the afterlife than we think! Come on Claire let's check next door for ghosts!
Claire: ...yay...
Ryan: Wait aren't you guys supposed to be investigating in here.
Ivy: Oh we already did and found nothing important.
(When she says "nothing important" does she mean paranormal junk or actual things with importance?)
Claire: There is a large amount of food an beverages stored in here.
Ivy: Oh yeah I forgot about that! We defiantly won't go hungry that's for sure.
(So it's exactly like the other restaurant but with more alcohol and a karaoke setup.)
Ryan: Then you guys go do whatever, I'm gonna check the next building.
Ivy: Yup!
(Claire, Ivy and I exited the karaoke bar and proceeded to-)
Ivy: Wait which building is this "Violet" girl laughing at nothing in?
Ryan: The theater to the left.
Ivy: Oh of course! Left is always the evil side!
(Ivy dashed off to the theater with her coat flowing in the wind, Claire slowly followed behind.
I turned right to go over to the last reachable building.)
(The last building was yet another small one.
It was covered with lights and signs but none of them were turned on so I could hardly read what they said.
One sign was shaped like a dollar sign though, is this just another bank?
I walked inside and found that this place was the exact opposite of a bank, it's a casino.
Looks like there's quite a variety of games to play in here, but none of them are turned on.
Plus, I just realized that I don't have my wallet. The fucker who kidnapped us must have took our valuable belongings.)
(Just like the other six buildings, there are two people looking around in here, one boy and one girl.
They didn't notice me enter, they must distracted by actual investigation, that's a nice change of pace.
Guess I'll approach them myself. I'll talk with the girl first cuse ya know, ladies first.
She was leaning over a slot machine. She has short red hair and a black skirted-suit.)
Ryan: Uh hello.
(She turned around to look at me.)
"Suit Girl": Huh? Oh-oh my!
(She pulled out something from her pocket, it was...a microphone?)
"Suit Girl": This just in! Handsome guy attempts to introduce himself to me! Let's see what he has to say!
Ryan: "Handsome" huh? That's nice to hear for once.
"Suit Girl": Breaking news! Handsome guy massages his own ego so hard his throbbing ego d%^& explodes through his pants!
(Did she just censor herself? And why did I actually check my pants for a second there...)
Ryan: What the hell are-
"Suit Girl": I'm Jenn, the "Ultimate Journalist"!
Ryan: I was able to guess that from the obnoxious way you talk. I'm Ryan the Ultimate-
Jenn: Child molester?
Ryan: Hell no! Why does everyone keep saying that?!
Jenn: You sorta look like one.
Ryan: I'm the "Ultimate Educator" damn it!
Jenn: What's the difference? You know how many articles I've written about pedophilic teachers, a lot probably...I can't remember.
Ryan: I guarantee you I'm not a pedo.
Jenn: Then you better be teaching your students about stranger danger Mr. Educator.
(The other guy in the casino finally noticed me and Jenn were talking and came over to join in.
This guy had short hair and was wearing a sweater, scarf, and a small...beret?)
"Beret Boy": Who are you?
Ryan: Oh hey I'm Ryan the Ultimate-
"Beret Boy": I heard that part already, nice to meet you.
(The guy held out his hand, after being shocked by his normality for a brief moment, I politely shook his hand.
As we shook hands, he stared intensely at my face.)
Ryan: Uh...is there something in my teeth?
Jenn: He looks like a pedo right?
"Beret Boy": A little-
(Come on!)
"Beret Boy": -but that's not it. Have you...been in a movie before?
(That's a weird question.
We stopped shaking hands.)
Ryan: I don't think so...at least not from what I can remember, I doubt it.
"Beret Boy": Hmm...well you defiantly have a nice look, your voice and mannerisms are pretty interesting as well. You'd certainly be able to play an interesting character, you should consider acting.
Ryan: Uh...ok?
"Beret Boy": Sorry if that was weird, I just see things with an artistic eye. I'm Chris, the "Ultimate Film Director". If I ever need an actor when we get out of here, I'll defiantly consider you Ryan.
Ryan: Ok...thanks.
(Never thought I'd hear someone say that about me.)
Ryan: So uh, did you guys find anything interesting in here? I don't think there'd be much important stuff in a casino but you never know.
Chris: Nah we found nothin'. All these games are powered off.
Jenn: It seems that in this casino you exchange real money for tokens, then you bet your tokens and hopefully re-exchange them for more money. I only read that on a sign though, there's no trance of any physical currency of any kind in here.
Ryan: Just like the bank across the street, there was no money in there either.
Chris: This place was defiantly abandoned then...
Jenn: Wait you went across the street?
Ryan: Yeah, I've met everyone in each building we can reach here. Nobody has found anything important, aside from food and drinks.
Chris: So there are no more trains coming and there's nothing here but food and drinks, that's not a good sign. This is this whole scenario seems...fam-
(A musical tone played out of nowhere and interrupted us.
After the tone a voice started speaking, but where is it coming from?)
"Voice": Gooood evening citizens!
(What an exaggerated voice, in fact, it sounds exactly like the one Violet and I heard on the train intercom.
This must be it then.
Whoever is speaking to us the one who dragged us all here.)
"Voice": Could you all please gather in front of the mall for a very important announcement! You won't want to miss this! Thank you!
(The voice stopped.)
Jenn: Where did that come from? Outside?
Chris: No it sounded pretty clear, there must be hidden speakers in here somewhere.
Ryan: That was the same voice that played on the subway.
Chris: It was wasn't it. Sounded like someone doing a terrible Mickey Mouse impression.
Ryan: It must be the voice of whoever brought us here, let's go to the mall and see what's up.
(The three of us left the casino.)
(Once we were outside we immediately noticed that everyone else was gathered in front of the mall already.
Everyone was standing near a wooden stage setup with a podium on it. When the hell did that get there?
We approached the group.)
May: Oh there they are.
Violet: What took so long? Did you find something important in that building?
Ryan: Nah we were just suspicious.
Chris: The voice that called us out here must of be from whoever kidnapped us.
May: You guys think so too? Guess there's only one way to find out.
Paige: I wonder why he was talking with such a terrible Mickey Mouse impression, I mean, even I could do better! Hot dog!
Violet: Uh was that "hot dog" supposed to be an impression 'cuse you just kept your natural voice.
Paige: Well it still sounds closer than-
?: That's just my voice! I am not doing an impression!
Paige: AH!
(Everyone began to look around frantically trying to find the source of the voice.)
Cookie: That was him again, where is he?!
Ryan: Show yourself damn it!
Jack: A-Are you a shadow-lurking ninja like I?
Violet: Kidnapped by a ninja? That's an interesting scenario.
?: I am not a ninja, nor am I cartoon rat!
Chatty: Mickey's not a rat he's a mouse! It's literally in his name you twat!
Curt: You are nothing but a coward! Show yourself already so I can suplex you into the next dimension!
Ivy: Which dimension exactly? There might be infinite ones you know. That would explain where Bigfoot-
?: SHUT UP! I'm not a ninja, I'm not a mouse, I'm not a house, I'm not a blouse-
Beck: Oh are we playing a word association game now? I love those-
?: -And I am defiantly NOT a coward!
Tom: Can you just shut up already and tell us what you are then?
?: I'm...the bear in charge.
Tom: Was that supposed to be a pun? That didn't make any-
Violet: Wait everyone look! The podium!
(Everyone fixated their stares at the podium, and what we saw, was unimaginable.
This was the beginning...of the end.)
(A bear leaped up from behind the podium, and landed on top of it.
When I say bear, I don't mean an actual bear, that would probably be an even scarier situation.
What sat in front of us was a rather tall stuffed bear, one half of it was white, the other half was black. One half of it was hope, the other half was despair...)
?: Hello my beautiful denizens! It is I, your forever loyal and tax-reducing mayor, Monokuma!
(It...it spoke?! This thing...brought us here? What the fuck...
Everyone was shocked and confused, even Claire's expression changed from deadpan, to death-fearing.)
Suds: It...it spoke!
Tom: This thing has been talking to us? H-How?!
Benny: It's a talking toy bear! How cute!
Violet: Wait, that's the same bear that's on all the logos and graffiti around here!
May: Yeah that's right. So you're...Monokuma?
Monokuma: Yup! That's my name don't bear it out! Ha ha ha! Just kidding I don't usually make bear puns, it'd be annoying as hell if I did right? Don't worry I bearly do it.
(I noticed Paige and Cat start giggling quietly, that seriously got them?)
Ryan: You're like...a remote controlled robot or something right?
Monokuma: No! I'm Monokuma! I'm a real boy and I am your mayor! You will treat me with respect!
May: You're "our mayor"? What's that about?
Monokuma: Well if you all stop interrupting me, I'll explain.
(The thing stood up on the podium and pulled out a remote from...somewhere.
He pressed a button on it and the giant monitor on the mall turned on to static.)
Monokuma: *ahem* Welcome one and all to your new home away from home!
(The monitor screen changed to an image that looked like a postcard photo.)
Monokuma: Welcome, to New Hope's City!
Paige: "New Hope's City"? So that's what this place is?
Monokuma: Yup! It's a lovely, well-kept, private community that you all will be living in for the foreseeable future!
Everyone: HUH?!
(Everything that just came out of his mouth was a lie, I'm sure of it.
This place is a dump.
It's an entire damn city not just a private community.
And we will certainly not be living here!)
Cookie: You can't make us stay here!
Monokuma: Oh but I can! Now that the subway station is destroyed, there is absolutely no way out of this wonderful city!
("No way out"? That's a lie too, you've just blocked all the exit routes off you sick fuck.
I'll figure a way out...)
Monokuma: If you do try to escape, then you'll have to deal with...him!
(Suddenly something else jumped up from behind the podium.
It was a machine gun attached to legs, robot bear legs.)
Tom: What the hell is that?!
Monokuma: This is my pal Sentrykuma! If he spots you trying to escape or spots you breaking any laws, he'll riddle you with bullets! Isn't that right buddy?
Sentrykuma: LIFE-IS-PAIN.
(The sentry monstrosity shot a round of bullets up into the sky, we all ducked in fear.)
Everyone: AAHH!
Ryan: S-So there's really no way to leave...
Monokuma: Why would you want to leave anyways? Haven't you noticed that even just this small portion of the city has everything you'd ever want! You've got food, drinks, a place to sleep, plenty of entertainment, and most importantly, you have each other!
("Each other"? We all just met and I can't stand just about any of these people.)
Violet: What about...what about our families?!
Suds: What about our duties?!
Monokuma: There are bathrooms here Suds don't you worry.
Suds: I meant our jobs! What about our jobs?!
May: What about our futures?!
Monokuma: You don't need to worry about those trivial things anymore!
("Trivial"? My family isn't trivial...even though I...can't remember them...)
Monokuma: New Hope's City is your life now, that's all there is to it!
Ryan: That can't be all there is to it! You set all this up just to make us live here? What's your real motive Mono-uh-whoever the fuck you are!
Monokuma: Puhuhuhu! There's no motive! I just want you lovely, hopeful teens to be happy.
Ryan: Yeah right! You're hiding something! You're hiding tons of shit! I'm not putting up with this!
(Out of pure rage I dashed towards the podium. I was ready to pick up that stupid bear and kick the shit out of it.
But just before my fist could reach it, Curt held me back.)
Curt: Yo calm down a second! He might have more to say!
Ryan: I don't want to hear what he has to say, I just want out of here!
Curt: We all do but just, chill for a second!
(Damn it this guy is too strong, I'm never gonna get out of his grasp.
I stopped struggling and "relaxed" myself a little.)
Ryan: Fine, fine.
Monokuma: Phew that was a close one! You were about to violate a law before I even got the chance to explain them.
Violet: "A law"?
Monokuma: Yup, I'll get to that in a second, but first, I'll share something even more important.
Ryan: What?
Monokuma: There is...one way out of this city.
May: Really? What is it?
Monokuma: Well it's not the simplest thing in the world. Ya see, as citizens of this fair city you are all required to participate in a little game.
Paige: Ooh! What kind of game?
Monokuma: It's...a mutual killing game!
(Everyone froze up again.)
Ryan: What...what the fuck do you mean?!
Monokuma: The winner of the killing game will get to leave the city and return to the place they call home! Simple as that!
May: What do you mean "killing game"? Is it an RPG or-
Monokuma: Oh don't play dumb! You know exactly what I mean!
(I...I feel like I do know what he means but, how do I know that?)
Monokuma: But since you're all so shocked, I'll explain the rules of the game!
(The monitor on the mall changed to a slide presentation titled "Rules of the Killing Game".
The slides were brightly colored and plastered with unfitting clip-art images of cartoon animals.)
Monokuma: *ahem* Step #1, murder.
May: "Murder"? W-What a twisted game idea.
Violet: Games are so violent these days.
Monokuma: How are you all misinterpreting this? Sure this is a "game" but it is a "real game"! That means I'm talking about real murder!
Everyone: Wha...WHAT?!
Monokuma: Bludgeoning, cutting, hot wax, poisoning, torture, strangulation, all methods are allowed but elaborate ones are preferred! After all, you don't want to get caught!
Beck: You mean to play this game we have to...kill each other?!
(Wha...what?)
Monokuma: That's exactly it! That's where the "mutual" part comes, glad you're all finally starting to understand!
(He turned to the next gruesome slide of his fucked up presentation.)
Monokuma: Step #2, the city trial. Once a murder occurs any remaining survivors will be given a short chance to gather clues about the incident. After that investigation, a trial will be held where you will all work together to find out who the culprit is, or as I like to say, who the blackened is.
Ryan: So we're trying to get away with murder in this "game"?
Monokuma: Yup yup yup!
Tom: W-Well we all refuse to play!
(Everyone verbally agreed with Tom, but the agreement meant nothing.)
Monokuma: You don't all technically have to play, but you all have to participant. Every waking hour you spend in this city you will be a participant in the killing game! You must always be open to the chance of becoming a victim or a blackened.
Suds: That doesn't matter at all! None of us are gonna to commit murder for some game, I only kill with reason!
Monokuma: But don't you remember what I said? You all have a very convincing reason to play the game! Playing and winning the killing game is the only way to leave New Hope's City and return to wherever you call home! Which brings me to the final step of the game. Step #3, the verdict. If the class trial ends with no result or an incorrect result, the blackened will get to leave the city and everyone else will be punished. On the other hand if the trial ends with a correct result, meaning the blackened is discovered, then the blackened will be punished and all other players will get to continue on living in in the city. Those are the rules of the game! Sounds fun right?
Tom: No way! We are not playing this stupid game! Escape is not a good enough reason for me to commit murder, no reason is!
Monokuma: Puhuhuhu, are you sure about that?
Tom: What?
Monokuma: You'd be surprised what people do in hopeless situations. They'll do anything to feel hopeful, even kill a fellow human being.
Tom: But...but that's...
(Tom stopped talking, and so did everyone else.
We were all just, lost.
A killing game? This is insane.
This is a nightmare, and I don't think I'll be waking up any time soon.)
Monokuma: Huh, I thought you all would be much more excited. You can all mop later, I have a few last things to talk about.
(What more ridiculous nonsense could you have to share you...whoever you are...)
Monokuma: Since you're all citizens here in New Hope's City, you'll need to educate yourselves on the laws of this land. So let's go over those laws, some are tied to the killing game and some are just general laws. *ahem*
Law #1 - All citizens will remain within New Hope's City for the foreseeable future.
Law #2 - All citizens must participate in the killing game. So no matter what, all living citizens must attend each city trial.
Law #3 - If the correct verdict is reached during a city trial, then the only the blackened will receive punishment.
Law #4 - If the incorrect verdict is reached during a city trial, then everyone but the blackened will receive punishment. Also, the blackened will be allowed to leave the city and return home.
Law #5 - The killing game will continue until there are only two people left alive. Once only two people remain, the bonus round will begin.
Law #6 - 10pm to 8am is nighttime. The central mall and a few other select buildings will be closed during this time.
Law #7 - Violence towards the mayor is strictly prohibited.
Law #8 - Under no circumstance will the mayor assist or solely commit a murder. In other words, the mayor will never be the blackened.
Law #9 - A body discovery announcement will play when three or more citizens discover a corpse.
Law #10 - Citizens are free to explore the city as much as they want.
Law #11 - Anyone who violates a law will be punished immediately.
Law #12 - The mayor may amend existing laws or add completely new ones at any time.
Monokuma: You got all that? Any questions?
Benny: What's this punishment you keep mentioning? Are you gonna spank us when we're naughty?
Monokuma: Didn't you see Sentrykuma? The punishment is a brutal death obviously!
Tom: What?!
Claire: So it's "kill or be killed" in a way.
Monokuma: Yup! When you commit a murder you're killing more than one person, you're potentially killing everyone or just killing yourself too.
(That's...fucked...)
Monokuma: And when you violate a law, you die! Good thing Curt stopped you from punching me Ryan.
Ryan: Fuck you!
Monokuma: Oh such a bad boy! Good thing verbal violence towards me is acceptable, free speech is key in this city. Any questions?
Violet: Uh what was that you mentioned about a "bonus round"?
Tom: We don't need to worry about that at all because we aren't playing this game!
Monokuma: You keep tellin' yourselves that but sooner or later, one of you will snap.
(That can't be right.
Everyone here is an absolute weirdo but, they all seem relatively nice.
No way any of us will play along with this..but then...we're trapped here?)
Monokuma: Now, one last thing. Da dun dun dunnn~
(Monokuma pulled a handful of pocket tablets from...his ass?)
Monokuma: Presenting...The MonoSurface Pro! The latest advancement in MonoPad technology that I did not steal from Microsoft! These babies contain some digital identification, a note-taking app to keep track of clues, a list of the city laws, a map of the city, a messaging app, and Candy Crush in case you get bored!
Paige: Ooh Candy Crush!
Monokuma: Also an additional law, tampering with a MonoSurface Pro hardware or software is absolutely unacceptable! Keep that in mind! Lastly, I'll give you these too.
(Monokuma pulled out a handful of cards.)
Monokuma: These are your hotel room key-cards! You all have your own private hotel room. Girl rooms are on the sixth floor and boy rooms are on the seventh.
Tom: Huh? Why those floors?
Monokuma: Obviously because you're all teenagers! I can't have you hormonal-monsters living on the same floor.
Tom: No I mean why floors six and seven.
Monokuma: Oh...there's literally no reason.
Tom: Seriously?
Monokuma: Yeah I just like those floor numbers. Every room in the hotel is the exact same, the only differences are some accommodations for you guys based on your gender and talents.
(Really? What does that imply...
Monokuma jumped down from the podium and started handing out tablets and keys to everyone.
I had to actively resist the urge to kick him in the gut.
Once he finished, he stood back on the podium.)
Monokuma: That just about sums up everything! It's actually nighttime right now so maybe you guys should head to bed, you've all had a rough day.
Jack: You're the one who made us have a rough day you vile fiend!
Monokuma: Puhuhuhu! You all have a lot to think about, I'll leave you be for now. Good night! Hope you all enjoy your stay! Puhuhuhuhu~!
(With that, Monokuma vanished.
And yes, he literally vanished, how the hell did he do that?!)
(Once Monokuma vanished we all stood in silence.
Nobody looked each other in the eyes we just, stood there.
Eventually someone spoke up.)
May: It doesn't matter.
Ryan: Huh?
May: All this doesn't matter! He said it himself, we don't need to play this crazy killing game, so we won't, end of story.
Violet: But then...we'll never leave this city.
May: I don't believe that. There has to be another way out of this, and we're all going to find it together.
Tom: How can you be so sure?
May: Because it's in my nature to have faith. As a conservationist, having faith that others will make the right decisions, is just about the most I can do in this situation.
(What's with this girl? I understand she's trying to be encouraging but, does she really believe what she's saying? I feel like it's all an act.
Nobody replied to her, we continued to stand in fearful silence for a moment.
Will...will we actually play this game?
Can I trust these people?
Am I safe here?
Is there...another way out?
These thoughts were running through all of our minds.
...
Eventually, May spoke up again.)
May: For now...let's head to our hotel rooms, I'm sure we could all use some alone time right now.
(Everyone, including me, wordlessly agreed to May's suggestion.
We made our way to the hotel while staring at our feet.
Once inside, May tried to open an elevator.)
May: Uh, why isn't this working?
Beck: Oh that's uh..Tom's fault.
Tom: Wait what? It's your fault!
Beck: Well you didn't stop me from using it!
Tom: I didn't know you were going to use it!
May: Alright alright we'll use the other ones.
(Crazy how in a time like this, those two can still bicker.)
(In separate groups we all used the hotel elevators to reach our designated floors.
My room was 701, it was immediately to the left when I got off the elevator.
I used my key-card and entered my room.
I was surprised, it was actually pretty nice.
I took a quick look around the room, nothing was out of the ordinary.
There was a bathroom by the entrance door, a large bed, a closet, a mini-fridge, and a TV on top of a cabinet.
The closet surprisingly had clothes in it, but they were all the same outfit, the exact thing I'm wearing now. What the hell?
The mini-fridge was empty.
The TV worked but the only thing playing was some program called "Monokuma Theater" which was nothing but Monokuma giving nonsensical advice. The same three "episodes" played on repeat.
Inside the cabinet under the TV was nothing but an "Enoshima's Secret" magazine and box of tissues. Is the the gender-specific accommodation Monokuma was talking about? Fuck that guy.)
(With my brief inspection done, I laid down in my bed.
This is...this is all insane.
Why the hell are we here? Why the hell can't I remember anything?
Who is behind all this?)
(I don't remember what happened that lead me to being on that subway here.
I don't remember who I am, where I'm from, my family, my friends, my aspirations..nothing...
Why?
Why...
...why...
...I uncomfortably drifted away into sleep...with that bear's fucked up laugh echoing in my head...
...)
(This is how it all began.
Our dreadful city life, where we were forced to play a game.
A game of life.
A game of death.
A game of truths.
A game of lies.
A game of hope.
A game of despair.
This is the killing game I was thrown into...
...and there is only one way out...)
*cue intro cutscene that I didn't make yet*
16 CITIZENS REMAIN
TO BE CONTINUED...
